You know that moment in winter when you just snap?

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  • Anonymous

    You do that yourself?

  • i’d be lying if i didn’t say the ice didn’t have something to do with it. i was backing down and just slowly found myself over there. the best part was that as this was all happening, a truck down the road was spraying salt and gravel all over the neighbor’s brand new driveway that they had newly paved last year. so i’m slipping and sliding into the weeds and spraying shit all over while the perfect driveway is just gleaming in all its glory right next to me. wheni finally gave up and got out to walk the rest of the way, i glanced over to see the sand truck merrily driving off in the opposite direction. sorry! no help for the hillbillies with the dirt driveway! should have thought of that when you were out galavanting on your motorcycles last summer!

  • I keep telling people out here that when I lived in Minnesota, you wouldn’t dream of going out past October without kitty litter in your trunk for traction when you skidded off the road and couldn’t get back on.
    Also a fond MN memory: “Going in the Ditch.” As in, “I was on my way up to see you guys but oh my gahd, I went in the ditch like five times!” On the Eastern seaboard, sliding off the highway into the “ditch” would be considered a serious accident. Out there, it was more along the lines of breaking a nail. “Oh sheesh, I went in the ditch again!”
    Aw Sari, ya went there in the ditch, kinda. I know it’s Wiscahnsin and not Minnesowtah, but ya know, it’s just bringing back them there fond memories. Ufda, it sure is a tough winter and everything. I need to go make some hot dish now.

  • It was a revelation when I realized that ditches were not only for drainage but to minimize the consequences of accidents. You go in the ditch and you either come back out or you stay there; you don’t go careening into nearby corn fields or flipping end-over-end to your doom.

    Going in the ditch and hitting a deer are rites of passage in Minnesota and Wisconsin.